Day Five (Present Day):

"Guuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrlllllllllll-"

"Where the hell you been at? The one time we decide to do a movie night, you ain't here. Why you just now coming back?"

"She was getting her groove thang on, Darian. I'm ready to hear this shit. J, you gotta tell me!"

As soon as I come in, the girls are sitting on the couch just waiting for me to come in the house. Good thing I didn't have roommates back home.

"Okay, ladies. Before y'all start hollering at me for coming back home late and shit, let me explain myself. Oh wait, I shouldn't even have to do that."

I turn to go upstairs until...

"First of all, we sitting up here waiting on your ass for the movie night. You better tell us something before you step up them stairs."

"Oh, you had a long night with Mr. Parker, huh? Guurrrrrlllll, I'm so surprised with you. This ain't like you, Journee. I'm so used to seeing the innocent side of you. Now, you out doing the nasty?"

"J, I'm your best friend. The least you can do is give me all the details! Look, I'll tell you everything about Cam and I. I know you got it in good because Tripp got big feet and you know what they say about men with big feet."

As Darian speaks on how nobody wants to hear about Cass and Cam, my mind is too occupied on my evening. Though things went left at the restaurant, they went right afterwards.

The girls are all up my ass about me being dropped off at nine this morning. Fixing my twists in a top bun, an easy smile rolls across my face while thinking of all the things that happened last night.

"Oh yeah, she went to Pound Town with him and it was good. Y'all don't see that smile on her face. Y'all so nasty; just some nasty little girls. You and Cassidy need an ass whooping! You better hope and pray I don't think about this when we get back to the office." Angela declares but I'm paying no kind of attention to her.

"If I get any kind of ass whooping, it'll be with my man. Y'all, I really think I'm falling for this naughty teacher. He's sexy as hell. He may make me stop hopping around the dry Kentucky streets." Cassidy goes on about Cam.

"Glad y'all are having a good ass time with these wack-ass guys we keep bumping into. I'm going for a run. I need some air. Anybody coming alone?" Darian asks as she stands to get ready for her exercise.

Angela goes with her, leaving Cass and me in the living room together and she wants all the tea. All the information. I can't tell her everything but I will explain myself to her because we were close.

So, the plan was for Tripp to take me back home. After that lovely kiss in front of the restaurant, he offered to take me home since things didn't go so well there. It was too early in the evening to go back to the house so I suggested seeing a movie.

His excited ass came out with "We actually have a drive-in theatre right around the corner from your beach house. The next showing is in 15 minutes so you want to go?"

Laughing at how fast he said all of that, I accepted his invitation and watched all of the different landmarks pass us by. The popular places that everyone hung out at, especially since it was the summertime.

Tripp had no problems telling me more about these places and why everybody loved being at those spots. In fact, he went into a ton of detail about his favorite places to go. Though it was thought-provoking, I was ready to get to the movie.

We finally pulled up to this large open parking lot with plenty of different cars parked in front of a big ass screen for the movie to play on. How relaxed this felt to someone who's never been to one of these.

"Alright, I'm getting snacks. What kind of snacks do you want?" Tripp asked as soon as we parked in a good spot in the back. Not too far from the screen but not to close either.

How does he stay built when he eats the way he does? Probably works out twice as much to keep things balanced.

Unlike him, my little thick frame was good the way it was. Extra thickness added from years of depression and college. Food was the best way to cope back then. Even though we were on vacation, it's nice to be a little cautious of what I eat. Plus, we just ate something. Well...we tried to anyhow.

I declined the offer and sat in the car until he came back. While in the car, all my mind could do was think about everything that's happened during trip and how long we actually had left.

Two. More. Days.

There was really only two more days left until it was time to go back to our regular lives, go back to the usual routine we've been doing, back to the things we were supposed to leave behind for vacations. Face all those things we never solved beforehand.

Something about the unusual and unexpected excited me and this place had all of that. Kentucky just didn't have that. At least, the area I lived in didn't.

It's normal to compare the two but why was I wanting to stay longer? Why did I not want to leave and why did I consider permanently staying? Maybe because there's always so much to discover around here? No matter how long you live here, according to Tripp.

This trip was only supposed to be for fun with my friend and a few co-workers. This is why visitors generally only stay for a week. Just so they don't forget why they came to the sunshine state. Just for a break from their original state. They go back once they miss it...

But I didn't miss Kentucky at all.

The aquarium and beach sucked me into staying here already. I bet there was more to catch my eye and persuade me to stick around...like Tripp?

The more I entertained this fantasy, the more I wanted to it to become reality. The fantasy of spreading my toes in the sand, sitting by the ocean water, visiting animals like I've seen them for the first time, eating tons of different foods, skating in the arms of a handsome man, listening to his crafty way with words, and connecting lips just because.

No labels, no commitments, and no problems...

Besides the one where I don't want to leave this fantasy.

"Alright, back with the snacks. The line was very long so that's why it took me a while to get back here. I got some popcorn, a few bottles of soda, tons of candy, and a thing of nachos. Are you a fan of chocolate or fruit candy?"

His innocent eyes and polite smile warmed my heart while he asked me to choose. Can you believe this? I've only known the guy for a little under five days and we only have two more days to spend time together. Two more days of seeing that sweet smile, the glow in his eyes every time he saw me, those perfect white teeth.

No labels, no commitments, no problems, right?

"Are you sure you don't want anything, Journee? I know things didn't work out at the restaurant and all. We barely ate there so maybe we can eat here in peace." Tripp called me out of my thoughts.

I eventually agreed to his proposal and we moved to the back of his truck. He must've known we were coming here with the pillows and covers he was spreading out in the back. When we got comfortable, I took a few pieces of popcorn and instantly tasted the salt and butter.

Throughout the movie, Tripp wrapped his arm around my shoulder and brought me closer. When a romantic scene popped up on the screen, I felt some eyes on me but I just chose not to check if it was Tripp. A few delicate kisses on my head later and our lips were back at it again with a deep kiss until the movie was over.

This was such a moment. The moment. A rare moment I was turned on. My engine revving to its highest and my fire burning brighter than ever before. Ready for our words to collide. Ready for our bodies to intertwine. I wanted this man to explore my own world.

Our kisses grew rougher and I wanted more of him. That's exactly what I got.

Busting through the guys' beach house door, Tripp held me while our lips stayed attached to each other deeply.

Once we hit the steps, we broke the longest kiss I've ever been in. We had to collect our thoughts and figure everything out. There was so much going on that I wasn't used to. We had to take things slow.

My high slowly fell as my chest rose and fell and I rested on the staircase. I followed Tripp as he raced around the house for some reason. From the looks of it, he was probably checking to see if the guys were here. He peeked into each area in search of the guys.

"Please don't tell me you're ashamed of me. If that's the case, please take me back home." I noted as I rested my head against my hand.

"Journee, that's the last thing I want to do right now. Just want to make sure the guys aren't here. I do have some respect for our privacy."

Privacy? So he was feeling the same way I was, huh? I couldn't see it through his pants.

He raced upstairs to check the other rooms as I brought up a fact. "Does it matter if anyone's here though? Don't your friends bring in 'guests' all the time and fuck them while you're around?"

My high was gradually decreasing as my thoughts took over my lips. That wasn't supposed to come out but whatever comes from your mouth is meant to come out, I guess.

You could tell I was sensually frustrated. I can't even tell you how many years it's been since I was intimate with a man. So many years it's been since a man has touched me the way Tripp touched me, so many years since a guy turned my world upside down, so many years since my eyes have rolled to the back of my head.

"Journee, I don't think like my friends. If you haven't noticed, I don't just bring girls into the house and bang them like they're drums just to throw them back into the wild. Most of the things I do are private, especially if they're intimate. Plus, I want to make sure that you-"

Meeting him at the top of the stairs, I decided to shut him up with a long kiss and follow his lead to his bedroom.

Opening myself up to Tripp was difficult as hell because I was still a little nervous and you already know why. Why would I want Tripp to know that though?

However, I had to give him his props. He took his time with me and focused on touching me out of my fear, my worry, my nervousness. Tripp obviously felt how scared I was to give myself up because his gentle touches and subtle kisses all over my skin drove me over the edge, sending chills down my spine, shivers all over my body, and knocked down the walls I've held up for a long time.

The way he stimulated my mind drove me crazy and all of his tenderness coated me in a layer of sweet pleasure. Who knew he, let alone any man, could do that to me and more?

Making love to Tripp was like him creating poetry. His kisses were his words, his touch was the pen, and I was the notebook. All of that coming together to make a beautiful poem.

Being on top of him was what really made us connect on a deeper level. Our noses touching, our lips joining together, sounds of pleasure in sync with each other, and we couldn't look at anything else but each other.

His hands ran across my skin carefully, my nails dug into his arms while he continued to place those tender kisses on my neck, and my hips grinded in sincere pleasure.

I couldn't get enough as we continued to express our feelings for each other through love making. However, after so long, my body had enough. Though my high was still through the roof, my body grew weak.

After our release, we held each other with and I was deeply satisfied. Tripp's ear rested against my chest while holding me tightly around the waist, guessing that he was satisfied too.

Moving his face between my breasts, he mumbled "This is so bad."

What the hell was he talking about? Ain't no way he just said the sex was bad. This is what I get for opening up to another man.

Questioning his thoughts and pushing away from him, he continued holding me and said "Journee, relax. I'm not talking about the sex. That was remarkable, Journee. It was like our bodies were meant to be intimate with each other."

The way he looked into my eyes made me want to believe all of that but there was still a bit of doubt about that last statement he made.

"Then what's so bad, Tripp?"

He sighed and looked at me with some guilt in his eyes. "The bad part was me not putting on a condom. Everything went by so fast and we were in the moment, I just went with it and forgot. I'm sorry-"

Another moment to intersect his worries and, this time, I was comfortable doing it. It was cute how he considered my feelings but I was too busy over the moon to even care. Kissing him was like having a soft, succulent piece of cake.

In that moment, there wasn't a problem. Everything was fine, dandy, and I felt so good that I wanted to make love to him again. Of course, that didn't happen because our bodies were too tired.

However, it's a good thing it didn't happen again that night because I realized why the condom thing was so bad after a while. 

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Hey, everybody!

I applaud writers who get to the nitty gritty because I could never. It's so hard for me to get that nasty, especially with these two.

But what did you think about the chapter?

What do you think Journee is talking about at the end?

Are they both falling a little too fast?

Like I said before, I was so excited to post this chapter and, if you follow me on social media, I'll be posting more short videos of date aesthetics to give you an idea of the next dates for Journee and Tripp...

If there is one.

Alright, until then, see ya soon or around the Wattpadisphere!

Love ya!